I'm at my parents' house, apparently living there. I go into what I thought was my room - which was was my bedroom when I was little, but is the pool table room now - but it is a mess of children's toys. Then I remember my room must be upstairs, so I go up to what is now the painting room, that was my room when I was a teenager, but it is also a mess of stuff that is not mine.

I go down to the living room and ask my mom about it, and she says rather cavalierly that "oh yeah, your room was destroyed", and I get really mad. I yell at her angrily about it, and announce that I'm leaving, moving out, going back home. She responds with a shrug, like "that's fine".